Goin' Out Like Geez

Yeah

We in the muthafuckin' house for the 94

Eiht hype in the muthafuckin' house, yeah

MC Eiht and DJ Slip in the muthafuckin' house

Uh, Compton in the house, ****

Compton in the house, fool

Compton in the house, bitch

Yeah

You can nail me to the muthafuckin' wall

You can bust me in the head with gatz

But punk ass **** I'll be back, yeah

You fucked up when you tried to blast on this trigger

**** didn't smoke my ass with the

Fuckin' blood runnin' down my back

I pull the muthafuckin' strap on the sneak attack, uh

Load the hollow points into the hot glock

Got my eyes on the crib at the end of the block

Don't give a fuck who's inside

His little sis' caught the fuckin' slug, so I jump in the G-ride

Feelin' cold as I look at the murder metal

Hear the sirens so I hit the mutherfuckin' pedal

Tyres got to spinnin', I can see the smoke

Could barely catch my breath as I start to choke

Off the blood, from the 38 slug that was planted in my back

Damn, that was wack

Dip through the backstreets so I can slide out

The G-ride to my homie Chills to hide out

Dump the mutherfuckin' Glock, it was dirty

Bammed on my **** door, damn Chill heard me

(Oh, damn, who bangin' on my muthafukin' door, shit)

He opened up the door and I fell straight in (fuck)

Passed out for a second 'cause I lost my wind

Woke up to hear the mutherfuckin' weed and Chill looked up, and said

"Damn Eiht, you bleedin'!"

**** they pulled the fuckin' sneak attack

Fucked around and caught two to the fuckin' back, yeah

**** was buckin' tried to put me down

Some punk muthafuckas from across town, uh

You won't be chalkin' up one for your sorry set

Ain't dead yet, just label me a deadly threat

Get Boom Bam on the mutherfuckin' phone

Get the 19 shot 'cause **** it's on

I know the spot where them punk **** chill

Hit their hood with the big black steel

I do it my way like M.J

Slam dunk these hollow points in you, punk

No time to think about it twice

Leave these muthafuckas in traps and scattered like fuckin' mice

Boom Bam meet me at the spot, I'm shot

I don't give a fuck, they gon' get got

One time's on my dick, fuck it

Jump out, run through the alley to the bucket

Now the bullet starts to travel, I caught a shiver

But fuck it like the mail man I'll deliver

I hops out the bucket and I'm bleedin' bad

But fuck, it don't sweat it 'cause I'm too damn mad

Don't give a damn of who's in the line of fire

Grabbed the 'K and kneeled down by the tyre

They bust at me and I bust back

Boom Bam bring up the rear with the fuckin' mac

I buck one in the chest, he start to beg

"Let me live," I slipped, caught one in the leg

My **** Bam, let the mutherfuckin' mac spit

Here comes Tha Chill over the fence, fuck this shit!

I grabbed the 'K and kicked in the front door

90 rounds spittin' as I catch two more

But I don't give a fuck about these

Mark-ass ****, we'll go out like G's

Come on

Compton in the house, ****

Compton in the house, fool

Compton in the house, yeah

Compton in the house, bitch

Eihthype in the muthafuckin' house

For the 94, yeah

My **** Slip in the muthafuckin' house

Half Ounce in the house

**** On The Run in the muthafuckin' house

And this is going out to all the Compton G's, yeah